Sunday, May 22, 2011
The blood that paints a gruesome picture.
That heartless thief of the wind.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Mirror, mirror, at my feet, cracked & gone like once-was me.
Infinite view of a white, lifeless void.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
With its heavy curtains bleakly disapproving of the postman's tardy shoes.
My shadow slips to silence among the aquatic acacias.